Today I wrote everything in grey
Because my life is a bundle of dismay
I wrote all my years on pages blank
So boring, crisp white, and frank
No colors or fonts to be creative
No friends in mention, no relative
Not an emoji or recorded emotion
Not a drawing, a doodle, nor alliteration
Today I wrote everything in grey
Because I thought my life ran away
This journal is formal
No slightest bit of normal
Well my life isn't over yet
Can still make the most of it
Still able to run
Can't fly
For wingless am I
But may I soar throughout my mind
Discovering new worlds with imagination
No borders, no limits
Today I wrote everything in grey
Because I wasn't sure how this poem would end
No rules can shift or bend
But I will write til' the pages mend
